Trees

The seagulls now rule Pratt Park unchallenged.  The ravens have been dispersed.  I felt thankful for the protection of the spindly naked tree limbs as I ate an apple for lunch.  Overhead big seagulls sped, peering down at me looking for an opportunity to feed.  The security offered by being in close proximity to a tree felt primal, like it goes all the way back to the K–T boundary mass extinction event.  I am reminded of the line from one of the Lord of the Rings movies when the Luciferian Saruman says, "Tear down the ancient trees."  Or something to that effect.